Crosses are those things we all, ALL, bear from time to time, or carry all of the time. A cross may be financial difficulties — paying the monthly health insurance premium, the mortgage payment, having enough for the electric or phone bill this month, or even having enough to put food on the table for the family. A cross may be a serious health concern, a difficult marriage, a teenager testing the parental waters of discipline. A cross may also be a lost soul searching for the Truth or running from the Truth. Either way, one feels a very heavy burden.

Of course, losses can be through divorce or death. We can lose something material, but it may have meant something emotional to us. We can lose a limb, our health, an ability. A loss becomes a cross to carry as well.

Crosses become heavy, bringing me to my knees. I ask the Lord to take this burden, to yoke with me as I carry it along life’s roads. He does and always will when I ask.

Humility

is asking.

Humility

is a pride-less garment.

Humility

allows me to

bedependent upon the Lord,

without an “I can do this all alone!” spirit.

Humility

is

laying the burden

at the foot of the cross.

Humility

is

being able to thank Jesus

for paying the price.

Thankfulness

is the humble cloak

over all the other clothing

of humility.

This cloakis full…

sheltering me,

keeping me warm. Being gratefulfor everythingis humility.

A humble spirit

is filled with

gratitude

and grace

and mercy.

I am in the school of humility and probably always will be. I want to be humble. I want a humble mind. I desire wisdom. Growing in the Lord means staying near to Him with an open heart and mind. The trials and tribulations are there for my journey towards humility and wisdom.

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith,

we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand,

and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings,

knowing that suffering produces endurance,

and endurance produces character,

and character produces hope,

and hope does not put us to shame,

because God’s love has been poured into our hearts

through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Romans 5:1-5 ESV

Lord, change me and make me Yours and Yours alone. Mold my character to match Your Jesus … as best as possible for I am human, but I am meek and gentle when I am with You. I thank You for being my Teacher and letting me be one of Your students. I sit at Your feet and listen. I also rejoice for I have hope of the Glory of God. Praising You this day. Amen.

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I am a quiet woman growing each day in the LORD.
Christ is my home. He is the well from which I drink. I became His 25 years ago. I am 71 so that is actually a small percentage of my life through which I could have walked closely with Him. No matter, He never stopped waiting for me.
I am now a widow from a Christ-centered marriage of 25 years to Kenneth. I praise God for him. I miss him so. We had no children.
I feel God’s call to be His light in this dark world. I am grateful for the love God gives to me so I may give it away.
I live in Lufkin, Texas, USA (in Deep East Texas/Pineywoods). I have taught Women’s Sunday School/Bible Study, co-administrated/taught a teen girls’ annual conference. I participate in women’s Bible studies in church as well as on my own. I am a retired elementary school teacher, having taught in California, Washington, D.C., and have taught older children and adults in Oregon and Texas. I also retired from being a children’s librarian in the public library system, a job I thoroughly loved. I tutored primary-aged children who are falling behind in those early years of school until we moved in May 2017.
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The LORD your God is in your midst,
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he will quiet you by his love;
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